Deacon: I've never taking settling down seriously until I see her at the library. Miranda Graves. A shy, introverted and nervous romance writer with thunderstorm eyes and long light brown curls. Pale and curvy, she revs my motor more than riding my motorcycle. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was the one. The woman that was meant to be mine. And if it takes me forever to convince her of that, so be it. I'll be around until she understands that I'm not going anywhere. Miranda: The big, tough SWAT officer made a beeline for me as soon as he saw me at the library. And I ran. His whiskey-colored eyes and burly, muscular body scare the heck out of me. He's just too much. Too big, too bold, too good-looking. Just too much. I don't think I could ever keep him happy. I'm just me. A plain jane. Or plain Miranda as the case may be. What could a man like that possibly see in me? It must be some kind of joke. But he keeps coming and he gives me more pleasure than I've ever felt. Will he get tired of me or is this over the top man meant to be mine?